I see you have a letter." "Yes, I kept it.

It was marked strictly confidential--I hate that--" She smiled as he added, "It seems to imply the possibility of indiscretion on my part." "Oh, James! Oh, you dear man!" and she laughed outright, liking to tease where she deeply loved, knowing him through and through, as he never could know her.

Then she saw that he was not in the mood for jesting with an edge to it; nor was she.

"At all events, you did not let me see that letter--now I am to see it." "Yes, you are to see it.

You might at any time have seen it." "Yes, read it to me." "When our good Bishop sent Mark Rivers here to us, he wrote me this letter--" "Well, go on." "MY DEAR SIR: I send you the one of my young clergy with whom I am the most reluctant to part.